Nationwide BS

I'm gonna miss it

repossessed. Me and our kid 
in his vest

The barbeque from

B&Q, the garden –

weeds are growing through.

You were the pimp and

I the whore. The thing is

who is paying for

the hundred plays I

never wrote. The music?

Not a fucking note!

You took my dream of

liberty. You bought

my creativity.

You should be punished

for your crimes. Instead you

offer comfy rhymes

soft focus dreams of

what we had. But where

were you when times were bad?

The factories, the shops

closed down. The life sucked

from this hollow town.

The house weren’t mortgaged.
It was me. I swapped my
soul for slavery.

You wanted us to

be like you. To join

your pin-striped wrecking crew.

Your easy finance

was not free. It bought us

mediocrity.

A million loans a

millions cards and 

a million prison yards.